Yeah, it's back. Damn. Work sucked this weekend, but at least I didn't thrum. It's hitting that time of day again. The time of day that I say, "It's a little after 1PM in Guatemala and a little after noon where my caseworker lives..." I will now spend the rest of my day as tense as a guitar string waiting. Just waiting. I don't actually expect my OUT call today because I'm convinced it'll come on a Tuesday or a Friday, but I sure wouldn't mind being wrong just this once. Just this once, mind you, because I normally hate being wrong about anything...That's not my fault, though. It happens so infrequently that I haven't had enough practice at it.
I'm kidding. I kid.